Sharing Shangri-La With You
Oh how to recapture the sights and the sounds, the fragrance and hue of The East where palaces golden and gardens of beauty provide such a sumptuous feast that the eyes, overburdened, just goggle in wonder, the brain ticks at feverish pace and try as you might to retain all you see as through temples and markets you race... can you really remember, as time surely passes, aromas whose source you don’t know? Could you capture on canvas or even by camera the sea of sweet memories that flow? The dazzle of colour, of silken fine feathers, of orchids and lanterns suffuse until all is recalled in one gorgeous resplendence "We dined out on colours," you muse, "We swept through the East on our magical carpet and breathed in such air of delight that we banqueted daily on knowledge and beauty, then dreamed perfumed dreams of the night. We listened to legends of dragons and serpents and saw timeless ballets by girls who, attired in costumes descended from nobles, told history’s tales in their whirls". "How we long to return to that Garden of Eden and by cool, fragrant waters to lie, to stroll once again through the land of the sacred which time has so kindly passed by". How could you describe all the radiant glory (although you have tried faithfully) when something already has started to vanish? Won't you share Shangri-La here, with me?
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Started writing poems at age 14, lyrics a lot later and am still doing both to my astonishment. Along the way I wrote a couple of novels and they are published by Amazon. I am gloriously happy in my marriage, after 50 years and I am relieved to say...
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